This is a song about "Left"

His ego left bloated

You, you, you have to pay for that

Left her outta the limelight

Walk blind into a line or fight

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Promises that had us left assured

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

So with your mind left exploded

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

And i'm left for the corrections,

She likes the way it hits her lips